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Beck gives me a crooked smile as he heeds my command. I chose this position not only for its intimacy but also because it puts me in control of the situation. There is nothing about this that will resemble any encounter I’ve had with Sebastian. I hope there will come a time when the awful sexual experiences I’ve had over the last decade won’t cross my mind, but I know it’ll be a while before that happens. And this first time is so important, such a pivotal moment in breaking free from the mental prison I’ve been locked in, that I need it to be just right.
“No pressure, right?” I mumble under my breath.
Beck tilts his head in question, but I shake mine, imploring him to drop it, which thankfully, he does. That’s one significant change I’ve noticed about him. Before, he had the ultimate hero complex. He felt compelled to fix everything; refused to let something go if he thought he could make an impact. But now... he seems to understand that sometimes a person just needs to work through their own shit, that they need to prove to themselves that they can make it through to the other side. I can tell he still feels the urge to step in, but he has a tight leash on it.
Beck reaches for my hand. “C’mere.”
I place my palm against his and allow him to guide me to his lap. Once I’m straddling him, only inches away from taking him inside of me, I have a brief moment of panic.
I press my cheek against Beckett’s and take a deep breath. “I’m nervous. Why am I so nervous? We’ve done this too many times to count.”
He lifts my chin toward him with his finger. “It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is this. You and me. Right here. Right now. Focus on this moment and nothing else. Do you think you can do that?”
I close my eyes and find my center. When I open them again, I see nothing but the man before me. The rest of the world has gone black. “Beckett?”
He raises an absurdly sexy eyebrow. “Yeah?”
I smile. “Kiss me.”
He gives me a lopsided grin. “Gladly, honey.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Beckett
I plan to ease in slowly. I really do. But the moment Presley positions herself against me, it’s like gravity. I’m helpless to stop the fall. With a few shallow thrusts, I’m buried to the hilt, standing at the motherfucking gates to heaven.
I break our kiss, my head falling to her shoulder on a groan. “Fuck, Pres.”
“I know,” she pants, rising up to almost the tip, before swiveling her hips and plunging back down again.
Christ.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. No woman has ever been able to match the hold Presley has over me, but this is beyond that. I feel like I’m in a fucking trance as I watch her hips rise and fall. Her rosy nipples call out to me like a siren, and I can no longer resist the temptation. While Pres takes me in deep like it’s her sole purpose in life, I bury my face in her tits, dying for a taste. She screams in pleasure, and her pussy clenches when I pull a pink tip into my mouth, simultaneously swirling my tongue and applying suction. Since she seems to like that so much, I do it to the other side for a minute before I sit up to watch the pure rapture dance across her face as she rides me.
Seeing Presley using my body to get off—and there’s no mistaking that’s exactly what she’s doing right now—is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. Being with her was always incredible, but even that pales in comparison to this. Maybe it’s because she’s known so much pain in the years we were apart, she appreciates pleasure more. Maybe her wings have been clipped for so long, she remembers the freedom in flight. Maybe it’s simply because this magnetic attraction we share is much more powerful than it’s ever been, and it’s futile to resist.
Whatever the reason, seeing her like this is a thing of beauty, like watching a phoenix rise from the ashes. Presley knows what it’s like to suffer the unimaginable, and because of that, she’s evolved. In the midst of all the darkness in her mind, she’s created her own source of light, refusing to be caged any longer. This fierce woman has collected all her broken pieces and formed them into a magnificent mosaic. The transformation is stunning, and I’m so fucking honored she chose me to be a part of this. That bastard tried to destroy her, but the only thing he succeeded in doing was making her stronger. Presley doesn’t need me—or anyone for that matter—to be her salvation because she’s found it within herself.
In a flurry of moans, teeth-clashing kisses, and colliding hips, I fall more in love with this woman than I ever thought possible. When she comes apart in my arms, I trail kisses down the elegant slope of her neck, the feel of her rapidly beating pulse beneath my tongue. When her movements become choppy, I take over, bracketing her hips with my hands, thrusting into her from below.
“God, Beckett,” she says on a breathy sigh. “I forgot how good it could feel. I can’t believe I’ve...oh, God, just don’t stop.”
I set an unyielding pace, driving us to new heights, something neither one of us has ever experienced before. When Presley explodes one last time, I follow quickly behind, chanting her name over and over as I spill into the condom. We take a moment to stare at each other in wonder, to acknowledge this new dynamic of ours. She sighs when I brush some damp hair away from her face, planting a kiss on her temple. Neither one of us says a word, but the undeniable truth sits between us. We both know there’s no turning back after this. That neither one of us can return to the way things were. This beautiful, resilient woman and I are in this for the long-haul, and anyone stupid enough to come between us will most certainly regret it.
I prompt Presley to climb off of me before I soften too much and step into the bathroom to take care of the condom. When I return to my bedroom, she’s under the covers, her long blonde hair spilling over the pillows.
I lean against the busted doorjamb and take her in. “You look good in my bed, Pres.”
She smiles. “I bet the view’s even better up close.”
“Is that an invitation?”
Her eyes fall to my dick. “You’re lookin’ a little cold there, Beck. It’s nice and warm under the blankets.”
I laugh. “Don’t start somethin’ you have no intention of finishing, darlin’.”
Presley raises her delicate brows. “Who says I have no intention of finishing? I plan on finishin’ all night long. If you think you can keep up, that is.”
